Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.